My name is Gregory Dixson, i've been Dusty's personal camera man for about two years now, and it is an honor and a pleasure to bring you wrestling fans the documentary of one of the most sensational grapplers to step foot into the squared circle in quite some time. He's been a champion at every stop he's taken, and he's ready to prove himself in a bigger setting. As some of you fans watching this DVD probably know by now, Dusty signed with the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance in hopes of furthuring his career, rather than repeating all the championship reigns he has had in other places. He's one of my best friends, and one of the greatest people some of you will ever have the chance to meet, and it's an honor to bring you this DVD. Now, I can't speak for J himself, but i'm sure he also thanks you for all of the opportunities you fans have given...
*Before Dixson has a chance to finish his sentence, Dusty J, still in his trademark "# 1" jersey and basketball shorts that he wrestles in, barges through the front door, knocking down one of the lights in the process. He is visibly upset, and by the way he was sweating and smelling, he must have rushed straight from the arena back home. Dusty threw his gym bag at the camera placed in front of Dixson, and it cracked on contact with the ground. Dixson, in bewilderment, gets out of his chair and approaches his friend to try and get to the root of the problem.*
Dusty, hold up man, what the hell's going on that has you so pissed off?
THEY SCREWED ME! The rotten bastards, they heard I was breaking my handshake agreement with them, so they got me counted out, we were setting up for a table spot, and instead of the guy I was fighting flipping over the ropes onto me, he stayed in the ring, and I got counted out! Then the piece of shit promoter came out and awarded him the belt, due to a "New Found Rule."
*Dixson hears Dusty loud and clear, he's seen stuff like this before. He was on duty, filming Survivor Series when the infamous Montreal Screw Job went down, he had also witnessed assorted others throughout the North American wrestling scene. It only came as a suprise to him in this case because Dusty's father, a wealthy millionaire, was one of the main financial backers for the company.*
Why in the living hell would they do something like that? You sold out their venue every night you headlined, and your dad is the main money source for the company!
Apparently not anymore, they went ahead and dumped him, the promoter ended up winning the lottery, $45 million. That lousy bastard always gets the best end of every deal, from the lotto to our agreement, I KNEW there was a reason he didn't want a written contract with me, and know I know why.
Well look, don't worry about that piece of garbage anymore man, you're an official XWA wrestler now, they'll have your back, the owner, Chris Wall, i've worked for him many times, and he's one of the good ones, trust me on this one.
Yeah, I know, trust you. Greg, are you aware how many times you have said that to me? Hell, you said the money for DHW was there, and it tanked two weeks later. You said that the guys in Japan would pay me, and they gave me half of what they said they would. You claimed that I had nothing to worry about in the match today.
Look, I have made some mistakes, and i'm sorry, but today nobody in our camp had any idea that he struck it big and dumped your dad's sponsorship, you can't put that one on me. I'm dead serious on this one, Chris Wall and the XWA are good people, and you have a written deal, they will not lowball you.
They won't huh? Well tell me something Greg, why the hell do I not believe that? I'll tell you why, it's because I think you're full of it! Listening to you has resulted in some of the absolute worst business AND personal decisions I have made, all because of you!
Calm the hell down! I said you could trust me on this...
Exactly, and that's why i'm going to meet with this scumbag Chris Wall myself, we're going to see how full of it he is first hand, and then i'm going to ask for, better yet, DEMAND my buyout be excersised, or i'm just not going to show up to his shows.
Oh come on man, that's not like you. You have always been a very dependable guy, and you haven't missed a show since you started wrestling. I also know for a fact that you're a soft hearted, nice guy.
Well they say everybody changes, and it's time for me to do that. From now on Dixson, I am not going to believe a damn word that comes out of any promoter's mouth, and i'm not going to show sympathy, you know why? Because that has gotten me nowhere! I've been world champion at some places, but you know what, they were small time dinky companies, and for what? The fans? A bunch of pimply faced teenagers and middle aged men who can't get laid that spend their weekends watching shoot interviews from RFVideo.com? Come on man, I don't give a damn about any of those so called "fans."
Oh come on, I know that's not true. You've said for years that your driving force was the people in the audience. I even said so in the DVD intro.
Well you can change that part of the intro, in fact, instead of "Dusty cares for his fans" try "Stick it geeks." Because that's all they are, geeks, nerds, dweebs who will never step foot into a wrestling ring because they're too busy doing the five knuckle shuffle on their computers when they aren't looking at me wrestler, and i'm not even sure they're looking at my WRESTLING.
That's nasty man...
Sad but true. Now come on, XWA is near here tonight for a show, i'm going to see what Chris Wall is really made of first hand, before I take my money, and stick it to him before he can to me.
*Scene shift from Dusty J's house to Chris Wall's "Office" in the California Arena. The Xtreme Owner is sitting as his desk, filing through mass amounts of paperwork while watching the matches taking place on a small monitor on the far lefthand corner of his desk, quite the multitasker. There is a knock on his door; already being bothered with various wrestlers throughout the night, he ignores the initial banging. When the knocking doesn't cease, he finally gives up on hoping whoever it is goes away.*
Come in, but this better be good. I have a lot of work to get through with.
*Enter Dusty J, followed by Gregory Dixson. In his hand, Dusty is holding a contract, in fact, he's holding the contract that he signed with XWA. He strolls into the room and slams the contract on Chris Wall's table.*
Chris Wall, let me introduce myself, i'm Dusty J, your nexest acquisition, and i'm also going to be your latest loss, because it's scumbag promoters like you who have screwed me over for years, and i'm done with it man, so kiss your $500,000 goodbye, because it's going to me for my buyout.
Your buyout? Why on Earth would you want that excersised? You haven't even wrestled, let alone debuted with the company yet.
Let me tell you something Mr. "Xtreme Owner", I got screwed my last match just down the road not even six hours ago, i've been bamboozled by scum promoters like you my entire career. I have had enough with professional wrestling, i'm done, finished, finito, through, that's it, i've called it a career, it's over. I'm rich enough, i'll live, I don't need this shit.
Whoa, calm down man. I heard what happened to you, we had scouts there, and i'm just as pissed off about it as you are.
You're just as pissed off about it as me huh?
*Wall nods.*
Yeah right. It was me getting screwed out there, and I know that you're all the same, you're not pissed off for my sake, you're pissed off that your marquee roster addition just lost a world title, and now you don't think the public will buy it if I won the championship. Now i'm going to be reduced to beating the assess of losers in the first match of every card. Dusty J, the little sideshow, for your amusement.
Hey! I wouldn't have contacted you, signed you to a contract that assures you tons of money, if i'm not going to give you a chance to shine. In fact, you're getting that chance at our next tv taping, Breakdown.
Are you saying that if I don't quit, I get an XWA title shot at Breakdown this week?
No, what i'm saying is, you're in a match, against a wrestler named MoP, and whoever comes out on top will go to our first pay per view event, Revenge, and compete in a Hell in a Cell match for the XWA Championship.
Really now?
*Wall nods assuringly. Dusty looks over at Dixson, who has a wide smile showing and his head nodding. Dusty picks up the contract, looks it over, and places it back on Chris Wall's desk.*
Well that sounds great, but what about the Dusty J screwjob?
You won't be Dusty J, simple as that, just use your real name, I know it's not Dusty J. It's here somewhere I know....
*Wall fumbles around with all of the papers on his desk and finds a description of Dusty J including age, finishing manuever, and real name.*
Bingo... Christopher Jefford, how are you with being Christopher Jefford on screen though?
Well we could cut my hair, it's getting pretty long, and i've just been too lazy to cut it before, so that can go, and I can put on some extra muscle before my debut match, other than that there's nothing realistic that I could do to change my appearance other than get some new ring gear.
Yeah, that one was obvious. You see, you've been in one bigger time promotion, but guess what? It's way more high stakes here, we like to draw all viewers, and that whole wigger getup just isn't going to cut it here, there's another guy already like that in the sport...
Wait a damn second, i'm not acting, it's not a "wigger getup", it's how I dress man. I can change the ring gear that's fine, but don't get on me about how I choose to dress alright?
You know Dust...I mean Christopher, I ordered some new gear to see what you liked, it should be ready for pickup today, we can go after this if you want. That should be plenty to seperate the real you from Dusty J...except...
Except what Greg? Speak up.
I think the Gangbanger, Drive By, and Top of the Charts is going to have to go by the wayside now.
Yea, i've already figured out a new finisher, remember how Owen Hart used to use his tombstone? He'd land on his tailbone instead of his knees? That's what i'm going to use, I can put anyone out with that, it's what i've been winning with lately anyway, and the name Jefford Spike comes to mind for it.
What about those other two moves he mentioned?
Well Top of the Charts is no more than a frog splash, and the Drive By is a swinging neckbreaker, we can call them the Jefford Jump and the Jeffordbreaker, something simple like that.
*Wall extends his hands to Dusty J/Christopher Jefford.*
So, are you going to stick around for a while?
Yeah, I think I just might get to like this place, but i'll have you know, those people in the stands, i'm not going to pretend that I love them anymore, that's all over with, if you have a problem with that, i'm walking out $500,000 dollars richer.
Not a problem at all, the fans need someone to hate, and now they have a guy who genuinly hates them right back, welcome to XWA, Christopher.
*Jefford shakes the hand of the Xtreme Owner. Gregory Dixson does the same afterward. Dixson departs the room, followed by Jefford, who while in the doorway takes on last look at Chris Wall and nods, before walking out and shutting the door behind him.*